A/N Sorry for this side note, but there was a very powerful review that I believe needs addressing. Since it was a guest, I was unable to send a PM, but it warrants all my readers to know of my mistake. The reviewer rightfully caught me on the term "suicidal enough". As a future psychologist, decent person and an adamant blogger on the topic of depression/mental illness, one would hope I would be able to stray away from using such terms. Unfortunately, I am human and have just recently been working on not using such phrases, so I am not perfect (not an excuse, just trying to explain the circumstance). I am grateful for the fact that you called me out on using that term, and I promise to do my best here on out, but please continue to monitor and remind others that the words they use can be hurtful, even if that is not their intention.

Also thank you reviewers for pestering me, as it does make me continue!

End long discussion. Enjoy the chapter!

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"What was that about?" Stan asked as they drove out of the drive way.

"Nothing, Tim was just angry" Tony replied, without sparing Stan a glance.

"I could see that" The older man replied. "I was just wondering what got him so upset. Tim doesn't seem like the sort of kid to get like that." He clarified.

"Yeah, he normally doesn't…but he had a reason though" Tony said quietly.

"What do you mean? What happened?" Stan asked, his investigator side kicking in.

"Dad told him they aren't going to the museum today.

Stan took in Tony's quiet demeanor and squirming, and knew the kid had some role in the events that happened earlier. So he sat in silence, knowing it was the easiest way to make the kid crack. And he was rewarded a few moments later when Tony told him the rest of the story.

"Tony…." Stan said disapprovingly. If Tony hadn't felt guilty enough already, that comment would have done him in.

"I know" Was the young teen's only response.

"It doesn't really seem fair then, that you get to enjoy your day out, when you were the cause of Tim's day being cancelled."

"Yes it is!" Was Tony's quick response. He didn't like this train of thought. He did not want his day cancelled. "Tim can go to the museum any weekend. Besides, I have to do his chores until I pay off his shirt and I am grounded 'til Monday" He explained, trying to convince the man that he had been thoroughly punished for his actions.

Stan didn't want to press the issue, as he was not about to undermine Gibb's authority, but he also decided he was going to buy Tim something from one of the sea shops. His musing were cut short when his phone went off, Stan spared a glance and saw it was Gibbs calling, and he tossed the phone to Tony.

Tony looked at the caller ID, and briefly thought of ignoring the call, but he knew how stupid of an idea that would be.

"Hi Dad" tony answered cautiously.

"Hi Tony," Gibbs said, not surprised that his son answered the phone. "Just calling to let you know, we might not be here when you get back."

"You guys are going to the museum then?" Tony asked hopefully.

"Sure are. When we get back, I want to see you in your room. Understood?"

Tony sighed and rolled his eyes. Of course that is why the older man called.

"Yes sir"

"Good. Have fun with Stan. Tell him what I told you, and tell him he is free to just drop you off."

"Dad, I'm not 5. I think Stan knows I am old enough to stay home alone."

"You're really pushing it today, aren't you Anthony? I can just as easily tell him to come home now and stay with you until I get back."

"Sorry sir. I'll tell him."

"Thank you. And Tony?"

"Yeah dad?" He asked nervously.

"Don't roll your eyes at me." He said before hanging up.

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"I'm ready!" Tim shouted as he ran down the stairs.

"Hey! What'd I say about running in the house?"

"Sorry," Tim said dismissively. "Are you ready yet?"

"I need to change the laundry first, then we can head out. Did you use the bathroom?"

"Daaadd" Tim whined. "I'm not five. I don't need reminding."

Getting slightly annoyed with hearing that phrase so much, ordered the boy to do as he said. Tim huffed but went anyways. Five minutes later, father and son were loaded in the car. Tim had his backpack filled with activities and Gibbs was lacking in his much needed coffee.

"It sucks that I can't sit up front" Tim complained from the back seat.

"Tim, watch the language. And I told you we were done talking about that."

"I know. I just wish I were bigger, you know? I'm thirteen and I can't sit in the front." Tim said sadly. "Kyle's already got zits, and I can't even sit in the front seat."

"You want pimples?" Gibbs asked with a smirk.

"You know what I mean!" Tim said. Clearly not enjoying his father's teasing. "Andrew grew two inches this summer and I'm the shortest kid in my class!"

"You are also the youngest kid in your class. By almost two years."

"Humpf" Tim replied. Clearly not appeased by that answer.

"You'll get there Tim." The father tried sympathetically. "I hit my growth spurt at 15, and your grandpa did at 14."

"Tony was a lot taller than I am when he was my age."

Now it was Gibbs turn to sigh. He wasn't liking all the comparisons his boys were making between themselves.

"Either way, no front seat yet. Now, what would you like to drink?" The father asked, as he pulled into drive through of a popular coffee joint.

"Hey!" Tim shouted as if just noticing where they were. "What are we doing?! We are going to be late!"

"Tim, we have over an hour to get there. We'll still be early."

"We better be" Tim muttered.

"Excuse me?" Gibbs asked. He was surprised to hear that from his youngest, since he was already so close to losing his trip earlier.

"I just meant that I want to get there early, otherwise we will have to wait in line to see all the cool stuff." Tim backpedaled.

"Next time, say that." The father said. "We're going through the drive through and we will make it to the museum with plenty of time to spare. Now. Would you like a cocoa or not?"

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A/N Next chapter-Time at the museum